Dilemma
Giants, great and tall
Giants, brutal and cruel
Giants, among which, I am nothing.
I walk in the wilderness, I fear, they lurk.
Giants, I made my bed yet I seldom rest
My mind races and bewilders
in longing for completeness and filling.
Where to run, what to do?
My heart beats and breaks,
alongside, a beast is awakening
Let live or let die, what to do?
Only one must be, me or the devil inside.
The meek and complacent, or the insidious and chancy?
Awake I lie, like a night owl
Waiting, hoping and afraid, that the defunct remain so.
Giants, pitiless and damaged
Deep inside chained and buried.
To be broken and suffering,
or whole, fearless and apathetic?
What to do?
Giants, agents of deception and disguise
I worry; the monstrosity tempts me
Forgive and Forget, or convict and chastise?
What to do?
Dunca9n 